African nightmare part one

My wife was fascinated by Africans, and we arrived in Nigeria, and our hotel was raided by guerrillas, and my wife was kidnapped during the raid. I was desperate, but I was taken to a village, along with dozens of other Brazilians, and we were put in cages. I could recognize my wife's tears in the distance, among other tears, and I begged the guard to let me see her, which he said he couldn't, because couples had to be separated. I tried to negotiate with the night watchman, and he said he could be shot if he was found to have permitted such a thing, but he agreed to take messages to my wife. I asked him to speak and ask her if she was okay and if any soldiers had hurt her, to which he came back with the message that my wife got some slaps in the face, but nothing that I needed to worry about. My wife is a strong woman, and it wouldn't be any man's slaps that would disrupt her. I asked the guard to tell her if she was getting rations, but she said it was short, and the guard said he could share his food with my wife if I kept quiet, which I agreed to, and she also agreed, even though it was leftovers from what he ate, but he said that the Brazilian women who were with her were offended and it was bad for my wife to be there with them. The next night, I asked the guard if he had any way of feeding my wife out of the cage, and he said he could take my wife to the shack where he slept, but he said that if he would be risking himself for nothing, and that he needed something in return. I was terrified of what he might want, but he said I was a slave to his wife, and with no choice, I asked him to talk to my wife and see what she thought was best for her. The guys in my cage were pissed at me, but I was determined to rescue my wife. I took a few slaps in the face, and a few punches, but it was worth it, getting the help of the Nigerian guard. My wife disappeared with the guard for a few days and he came back saying that my wife was helping his wife to take care of the children. He said that he could help my wife if I became his slave in her place, because a man has more strength. I accepted at the time, the possibility of staying with my wife in his house, even in these conditions, was better than the cage of the abductees. Under protest, I was taken away, and soon I saw my wife on the river at dawn, washing clothes for the Nigerian's family. He said her name was Buba. My wife would rise in status in his humble house, according to their law. I had nowhere to run, the place was surrounded by guerrillas, and some could see us, as the only Caucasians around, and arrest us or worse. My wife was African-style, with her breasts out all day, and the guard stared intently, with a look of excitement those perfect breasts and different from his wife. The wife's name was Bila, and she laughed when she noticed her husband staring at my wife's breasts, and I understood that it was common for that polygamous society. We were seeing that it was either starving in the guerrilla cage, or some man would be desiring my wife. We went to bathe in the stream, and we had to stay close to Bubba, who was not ashamed to be naked in front of my wife, and bathe near her, and without shame, he washed willingly that African cachet that scared me, but my wife did not hide her admiration watching the care that the boy had with his baby factory. My wife said that it was only a matter of time before they would be noticed there, and some man would possess her and she thought she had better accept the proposal that she told me that Bila wanted to share the marital duties with her husband so that they would hide it more carefully. If he had her as a concubine, he would protect her more, because he had a gun. I thought it was absurd, but my wife insisted that she would end up being raped by anyone in the neighborhood, and she needed to do something about it. My wife began washing the African's heavy jeep, which was work because it grew on her hand, and he was tamed by the desire to have my wife in that bathroom. My wife opened her legs to him and opened her little finger and asked: Come on, get your ass in here! I objected, but my wife was determined and looked at me with a little face of disapproval, that I was whoring with me acting against her interests, there saving herself through her soft pussy. He was barely getting in, and she was rolling around with a dodgy face, lucky she'd already had several boyfriends, but she revealed to me later that it seemed like she was losing her virginity again. She was all baked up, had to sleep all night her first night in Bubba's bed. Bubba's wife was very happy with my wife, and mainly because she stayed one night without taking that jeba that looked like something from a porn movie. Bubba got mad at my wife and bombed her all day long, even asked for a day off to stay home and eat more of my wife, and leave her all baked. Tired of so much fucking her new partner, my wife with her leg open, staring at the opening of the act to show me that it was real, letting me see even her swollen pulsating uterus, laughing, all smart at last to have found a plan to keep us in better condition, she told me that she was already hurting less and less, and that she had liked the performance of the boy already the first time, not the pain, but she did not stop praising the vigor of the guard, that she could not see, that she wanted to give a little. Bila proposed to my wife to become the captain's concubine in order not to get in trouble, because she told that some soldier spied her with her husband in the creek last afternoon and she explained that the captain's wife needed a concubine for her husband more than she did, because he lived complaining that his wife was new and that her husband hurt her, due to the size of his penis. The nightmare only got worse!